blue jeans || z.m. au

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i will love you 'til the end of time, i would wait a million years

1038 words ✖

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Zayn walks along the sidewalk, kicking pebbles while doing so. His large hands are stuffed in his sweatpants pockets, wishing he brought a sweater because it was so bloody cold outside. Zayn's mind was so filled with rage at the flat he couldn't even think straight. And it still was. He thought having a nice walk to McDonald's would clear his head, but it has done nothing of the sort.

"Of course this shit would happen to me," Zayn huffs to himself, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration. He turns at a corner, a gush of wind slapping him in the face. It makes him wake up a little bit, and he starts to walk faster when he sees the big, yellow, M in his line of vision. He smiles when he walks in the fast food restaurant, warm air and delicious food scents engulfing him. Luckily, no one is in line, so he steps up to the cashier.

"Hello what can I do- for you?" She starts of the sentence boringly, but when she sees Zayn, the rest of the sentence sounds seductive and cheeky. Zayn inwardly cringes and takes a small step back. He gives a fake smile to the girl.

"Can I get aaaaa- a Sausage McMuffin?" Zayn asks, his eyes moving from the breakfast menu to the girl, tilting his head innocently. She tries her best to hide her smile, but it is really hard considering she thinks Zayn is really cute.

"Yeah, do you want anything else?" She licks her lips, trying to be seductive, but Zayn finds it gross and disgusting.

"Um, yeah, can I also get a small orange juice and a hash brown?" He questions, already taking out his money because he wants to get the hell out of this place. She just nods.

"That'll be 4.78 pounds." Zayn hands her the money and the girl winks. He grimaces. Zayn gets his receipt, him seeing a number has been scribbled on it, with the name Eve. Zayn groans, but smirks knowing he can get the ladies. Whilst walking out of the place, he takes out his Sausage McMuffin, devouring into it immediately. His mouth waters at the taste of the food, he really was hungry. Zayn eats the rest of his breakfast, and scrunches up the paper bag, slipping it into his pocket. His mind wanders to what happened earlier that morning, and he blinks his eyes repeatedly to keep him from crying.

"Stop crying, she's just a girl, she's not right for you," Zayn gives himself a pep talk. He says a few more encouraging words to himself, smiling slightly, because he just cheered himself up a bit. He continues walking to God knows where, but  Zayn didn't really care about that at the moment.

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Stupid

Whore.

Stupid fucking whore.

Those are the only words going through Genevieve's mind right now. She sits in a taxi, the leather seats not feeling good against her jeans, but she isn't worrying about that at the moment. Zayn is her main priority right now. Her eyes fill with tears a few streaming down her face. She runs a hand through her dark hair, her lips quivering slightly. Before she left Harry's flat, she saw him look so sad and broken, but he quickly put on a mask of cockiness with a little bit of douche. They were arguing back in forth for awhile.

flashback-

"God, when did you become such a fucking whore?" He had said to her, smirking. Her mouth had fell agape at his statement, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her from crying anymore. How could he have said that?

"Go fuck yourself! You are such a fucking asshole, at least I didn't sleep with my mate's girlfriend and lie about it!" She yelled back. Harry's eyes widened and then narrowed, he was literally fuming. He could never tell her anything without her using it against him later on. He stomped over to Genevieve, but before he could have grabbed hold of her milky white arm, she ran out the front door, down the flat's complex stairs. Harry was taken off guard by the action, but quickly recovered, following her out. Genevieve tripped down the last few steps, her hands flying out in front of her. Her palms connected against the concrete, the tiny rocks from the gravel leaving imprints in the soft skin. Hurriedly, she got up, seeing a bright yellow taxi. She had sprinted towards it, her arms moving back and forth against her sides.

"You better not tell Ashton fucking anything, you hear me bitch!" Harry screamed from the stairs, pointing towards the direction of the cab. Genevieve slammed the cab door shut, flinching at the loud noise it made. Rolling down the window, she stuck her middle finger out saying,

"Not making any promises prick!" She shrugged, smiling at the fact she had gotten the last word. The cabbie had drove off, leaving a very mad Harry, and a very satisfied Genevieve.

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But Genevieve was actually starting to believe what Harry said. Maybe she was a bitch at times, but everyone at least was, right? Was she a whore for getting all romantic with Harry, while having feelings for Zayn? Her mind is a jumbled mess, it hurts every time another thought enters her head. The taxi comes to a stop and the taxi driver asks for the money. She takes the green paper out of her expensive Chanel pastry bag, and hands the 10.00 pounds to the cabbie, leaving the car after.

"Fuck," Genevieve whispers to herself, opening the door to her flat, feeling actually safe and good again. She decides to take a shower, usually the smell of her pomegranate shampoo clears her mind, along with her chamomile body wash, so she's hoping this also does the same.

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hi guys thank you so much for 1000 reads you guys are amazing ilyasm hope you enjoyed this chapter srry this was kind of bad

and im going to california tO SEE ONE DIRECTION OGM so i won't be on until like tuesday bye!!!